Stay close by the door, if you desire all beauty
And leave aside sleep, if you wish to arrive
And make of the spirit your first place of account
To the beloved, whose lights shine as from gold
All of them worship out of fear of the fire �
And consider deliverance abundant good fortune –
Or, so they may dwell in the gardens, and reach
To the meadows of paradise, and there drink from its rivers
Of gardens or fire I have no opinion
I seek no exchange for my dearest love
Rabia Basri